Meanwhile, has indeed been taken against his will, and is being tortured and drained by a bunch of homophobic rednecks tearing down a highway. The kidnappers are living high off sucking his ; one backseat penger even sucks from ’s body and regurgitates the into the driver’s mouth. Ew. Somehow, the incapacitated manages to crash their car, revive himself with the of a poor old lady with a respirator (though he does leave her with some cash), and finishes up the staring down a pack of werewolves, the latest category of “supes” being introduced into the series. He cautions: “I should warn you — I fed.”

Back in Bon Temps, brother (Ryan Kwanten) is as dim-witted as ever and reeling from the fact that he shot Eggs. Detective (Chris Bauer) — who’s taken the shooting rap for his new-found friend — warns him that their story won’t hold up (“Why’d you tell them a story with holes in it?”) and instructs to act normal — which in his case, means bedding a lot of women. “I need to see a lot less conscience and a lot more cojones,” says to his pal, and gives him a new mantra: “Conscience off, d— on.” Afterward, dutifully tries to enjoy a threesome, but scares his partners off after telling them he keeps seeing bullet holes in their forehead (that’s one guaranteed way to kill the mood).